Chapter 1141 Ten Thousand Swords to Kill the Immortal, Defeated
"What a shame," the person next to me snorted coldly.
I saw the palace master of Linjian Academy and the deputy palace master woman next to him looking at each other.
Both of them have absolute confidence.
A long time ago in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was always a legend of the Three Swords.
The so-called three swords are the sword madness and the nameless sword.
Later, they defeated the sword madman Li Zi, and the entire Dazhou swordsmanship respected them. Linjian Academy was also known as the most powerful swordsmanship holy place.
Therefore, they have nothing to fear from anyone when it comes to swordsmanship.
"What do you think," the palace lord said, "If you defeat us, we will be at your disposal.
How about using our lives as a bet, and if we win, we can let you go safely as long as the sword code is used?"
"Took it," Xie Changliu replied calmly.
As soon as he took a step forward, he was already standing on the competition stage, his body straight and straight, like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed.
The men and women of the Nameless Two Swordsmen looked at each other and stepped onto the competition stage.
The palace master drew his sword, the scabbard on his waist made a "clang" sound, and the long sword flashed with a blue light.
I only heard him say calmly: "This sword is named Cang He. It weighs thirty-six kilograms and is thirty-eight centimeters long. It is one of the ten famous swords in my hometown."
The deputy palace mistress next to her also stood with her sword drawn, her slender figure completely covered by her robe.
She glanced at the shadow of the sword and said the same: "This sword is called Chengying. It weighs twenty-six kilograms and is thirty-six centimeters long. It can destroy anything that the sword goes to."
The Wuming Erjian drew his sword and stood up, the sharp sword intent constantly integrating.
It soared upwards and turned into a huge torrent of swordsmanship, completely shattering the void above.
Their eyes are like swords, their figures are like swords, and their swords are all over the world.
Xie Changliu's expression was calm, and he took out the sword and its scabbard.
The sword was not out of its sheath, but the sword intention was already surging into the sky, and he said calmly: "I don't need to draw the sword to kill you."
The two unknown swordsmen looked at each other and both snorted coldly.
The two figures, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded Xie Changliu and killed him.
It was like two unsheathed swords, creating a sword storm that filled the sky.
Xie Changliu was not in a hurry, and his figure retreated towards the rear. The speed was not very fast, but he dodged just right.
One of the two long swords passed by his chin, and the other flew past the back of his head, pinching him in the middle.
Xie Changliu lifted the scabbard upwards and flew the sword in front of him. The scabbard drew a half circle in the void and hit the opponent's chest directly.
The three figures are all separated.
Just a simple test can reveal the level of swordsmanship.
"Kill," the two Wuming swords looked at each other and shouted softly: "Sword Cloud Storm."
I saw their swords crossed and their figures spinning rapidly.
A steady stream of sword energy condensed towards the whole body, eventually forming a sandstorm like a condensed sword energy.
The sword energy and sandstorm swept through everything and came towards Xie Changliu to kill him.
Xie Changliu's eyes were deep, and he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, endless sword intent condensed in his hands.
Finally, it poured into the scabbard, with a huge movement, and a sky-cutting sword intent burst out from the scabbard.
At that moment, the roaring sound kept ringing from my ears.
I saw dozens of meters of sword energy burst out from the scabbard, and the sandstorm was cut into two halves.
The sword energy dissipated at the same time, and the three figures separated again.
The Wuming Erjian's face was solemn. Although it was just a few test moves, they were obviously at a disadvantage.
"One move will determine the outcome," Xie Changliu said calmly.
"Your swordsmanship... is too weak."
The Wuming Erjian and the two men looked at each other, with a faint murderous aura overflowing.
For real swordsmen, the sword is more important than life. Xie Changliu said this, which has offended their instinct.
The two slowly raised their hands, Cang He Sword and Cheng Ying Sword were raised at the same time, the swords passed over their heads, and cyan and blue aura filled the air.
I saw the two of them holding their hands together, and the two swords merged into one sword in an instant.
A blue thunder flashed from the sword body, accompanied by arcs of electricity.
"Thunder shakes the sky," the two shouted loudly, and countless thunderbolts fell down, covering the void above their heads.
The sound of "crackling" sounded, and the two figures disappeared. What appeared in front of them were just streaks of thunder that destroyed the world.
"Your sword moves are too clumsy. You only want to seek the sword canon, but you don't face your own heritage," Xie Changliu said.
"Even if I give you the sword code, it will be a waste of natural resources."
"Shut up," a roar came from the thunder.
Xie Changliu held the sword in front of his eyes and slowly drew out the blade.
A dark sword light flashed past, his long hair flew, and endless sword energy filled the void everywhere.
As soon as the sword is swung, supreme power descends on the sword.
Li Zi below sighed with emotion: "Chang Liu's current swordsmanship has reached this point."
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Xu Zimo smiled. In terms of swordsmanship alone, Xie Changliu was worthy of the name of Sword God.
It's just that he has too many worries in his heart, so the sword never reaches his heart.
Now that woman's death has broken Xie Changliu's last shackles.
Thousands of years later, he would either die in the Nether Realm or save his lover's ghost. These were the only two options, so he no longer had any fear.
The sword intent was like a runaway horse, it couldn't stop erupting.
The thunder sword intent of the Wuming Er Sword was suppressed, and the originally menacing thunder was unable to move forward.
He could only keep dodging the sword energy around him.
"There's no way I can lose to you, I won't accept it," the roar came from the thunder again.
"Ten Thousand Swords to Kill the Immortal."
The originally blue-white thunder turned into dark yellow thunder, as if its power had increased several times.
The same endless sword intent burst out from the thunder and killed Xie Changliu.
Xie Changliu's eyes were dull and he walked in the air, no matter how much the killing sword intent was.
When it comes into contact with his body, it is instantly assimilated by him and used by him.
Turn the sword intention of others into your own sword intention.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Thunder's voice sounded a little unbelievable.
"I told you, you don't understand swords," Xie Changliu's figure flashed, and the next moment, the long sword in his hand pierced into the thunder.
A violent explosion sounded like "boom".
In this valley, the impact was very wide, shattering the competition platform under the feet, and the valleys on both sides were also severely damaged.
Many elite disciples of Linjian Academy were inevitably affected, and they all vomited blood.
The thunder dissipated, and the figures of the Wuming Erjian flew out.
"You lost. According to the competition, now I have the final say over your lives," Xie Changliu replied calmly.
There was fear in Wuming Er's sword eyes, and his seriously injured body struggled to dodge backwards.
Xie Changliu shouted step by step and raised the sword in his hand.
"Leave a man behind by the sword," at this moment, a very high-pitched voice came from a distance.
Immediately afterwards, the roar of dragons mixed with the roar of horses came over.
Not far away, I saw dragons and horses coming through the air one after another.
